Yellow Shirt Fatty

Dear tired Reader, it is an honor that you have chosen this book amidst the heavy, gloomy aisles of the Library.
It is with some regret, however, that I must inform you this book is ill.
Your fingers should be able to feel the raised Proliferation of tissues on the surface of the Skin of the book, 
The words written in days of old are like Parasites taking root in the pages, longing for someone to observe their writhing,
To sense, to decipher, and to touch the very essence of this sick story.
If you insist on borrowing this book, please be sure to regularly check your own physical condition.
Keep in mind.

The Gentleman at the End

The noblewoman flying dozens of meters in the air had a look of difficulty on her face, and she proactively rose to a hundred meters to avoid being affected by this wave of death.


The Blood citizens following her move upward had two individuals contaminated by death who rapidly died.


The manner of death was unlike the 'suicide' after being permeated by the Death Plague. Instead, their bodies aged rapidly, and even the aging areas tore open like they were being gnawed and ripped.


Such a brutal form of death was something the noblewoman had never seen before.


"How is this guy still related to the Original Tomb, and just how many powers are entangled with him?


Moreover, this expression of death is extremely violent. It's already a 'qualitative death' within the realm of the Death Plague Knights… How can he achieve this extent while still being Open Source?


Chapter 453: Desleek's Dark Hand